Tuesday, May 29, 2007
I have been cutting myself off from the internet for almost a week - but there's a good reason for that. Not that I really intended to, but I now work full time for this semester break, and so far I've been staying at the shop long enough to make me not bothered to do anything by the time I get back. I get home as late as midnight - not that I can help it, since I've been left to close the shop and summarise everything for the day.
Today was my off day and frankly, it was shit of a day because:
1. I pissed my store manager off because I reported that there was RM10 missing from the cash register as compared to the supposed amount made for the day.
Actually, I don't have to apologise to her. But I did, because she said I shouldn't have blown the matter out of proportion as to report it to the boss. Hello, you left me with the store all alone, and when I encountered a problem, I called you as you said to but you didn't answer the call. I smsed you but you didn't reply. Your associate sent my call straight to voicemail. What else was I supposed to do?! EFF you. If I didn't report, then it would be blamed on me that RM 10 is missing, when I know I didn't take it. It's your fault for taking change from the register and not replacing it.
2. The Chinese guy who asked for my number when I was at the arcade the last time smsed me to 'meet up'. Apparently he had more in mind.
He said to meet him and his friends at Times Square. I said I'd go there when I feel like it - I had no obligation to this meeting of his. Oh dear. How very wrong I was.He can barely speak English, and had to aid himself with the translation dictionary he had on his phone. When he met up with me, I was wondering where his 'friends' were. He was alone, and when I asked him what he wanted to do, he said, 'meeting'. WTF.So I stood there, and so did he. His breath STUNK LIKE SHIT.
After a while he took out his phone, with the words 'to take stroll' shown on its screen. Honest to God, I did not even want to be seen with him.
He asked me: What is your personality? Hmm. Should I even start listing out my personality for you? Geez. Go figure.
I was plain annoyed with him as his breath STUNK LIKE SHIT and yet he followed me like some stray puppy desperate for some attention. I asked him what he wanted, then he said again, 'meeting'. WTF.
I walked, and he followed. He kept quiet for quite sometime, and I hated the fact that he was following me around. I stopped, turn around, and asked him, "Look, what do you want to do?"
"Anything. We meeting."
GO fuck yourself.
So we walked (YUCKS). After a while he asked me, "You have boyfriend?" Wow. That's probably the clearest of your sentences that you've said so far.
"Why do you ask?" I said. His reply? "Because I don't have a girlfriend."
Oh My God. If you looked half as hot as Orlando Bloom or Captain Jack Sparrow, I would probably understand your ego. Unfortunately, you're nowhere close, and your breath STUNK LIKE SHIT, and yet you expect me to hold hands with you?! Go Eff yourself.
Oh wait it gets better. He found that it's ok for him to start tapping on my shoulder frequently. The last straw was when I was at Cold Storage, I yelled at him. "You're annoying! Just go!!!" (He wanted to go to the toilet).
After that when I looked at him I think he was about to cry. I know what I did was mean, but seriously, with his SHIT breath, I think what I did was liberating.
I hate my life.
5:53 AM Azzie's got style
